My human asked me if I would consider going camping with his brother and sister in-law over the long weekend at the end of August. My response "Sure, as long as it's not the Bear Grylls kind of camping you and your brother do". I like camping...at a campsite, with a fire pit, and some necessities, like a toilet facility and shower. But this was a whole new level of experience! Now, I term "Bear Grylls Camping" to be real wild life, live off the earth kind of camping, the way Bear Grylls does on television. Our camping trip wasn't exactly like that...we took food with us, and didn't have to eat bugs, or any type of reptile, thank goodness!
So it was decided, we were going camping in Brecon Beacons National Park for four days, us four and the two dogs, Bennie and Mocha. As my human would put it, "I had all the gear, and no idea!"
After our four hour drive from London to South Wales, we did an hour and a half hike ( me in my trusty mustache gumboots!) to where we were to set up camp. The whole hike there I couldn't believe I had agreed to do this, I had voluntarily said yes to carrying a ton on my back through long grass, mud and stinging nettles, and up the steepest hill! The dogs on the other hand ploughed through it all, so excited about the adventure they were on. The amount I value our little dog Bennie could never be completely described in words, he always stops and looks back to check on me, making sure I haven't fallen too far behind, that I'm still alright with the task he's so happily doing. When we got to the top, the guys got to work setting up camp and making a fire in between tall pine trees, and I set off to explore our surroundings with Norman (my camera) in hand... And it was magical! The trees looked like the could touch the sky, they were so tall, and there was moss covering everything, on the rocks and hanging from the trees. As I kept walking the scene changed from mossy greens to autumn browns and it all looked so gloriously secluded and untouched. The dogs were in their element, sniffing every little this and that. Mocha (my person's, brother's Jack Russell) was super keen to jump in and out the little streams and explore all the new smells.
Being in the woods like that, make one appreciate the small things like a tap with water, an extra blanket in the cupboard when you're cold, clean socks and a stove. But I was so amazed at how efficient my human and his brother are with the resources they have at their disposal in the wild. They knew where and how to set up our camp, got our fire going, collected logs to keep the fire going, collected water and boiled it, prepared our meals, and when we left, there was very little trace that we had been there at all...well rounded wildlife camping men!
Next time...and yes there will be a next time...I will be more prepared, now that I know what to expect! Nature is beautiful and mystical, and there is nothing quite like breathing in that glori
Time flies when you're having fun! And oh what fun our Bug-a-lug is!! It's hard not to love those big ears and droopy lips, but even his quirky traits have us giggling and him melting our hearts each day. Just like human baby parents, we talk about our fur-child at gatherings and take him along just about everywhere we go. He's such a jolly little guy and gets on with everyone, humans and animals alike. Although he still torments his cat brother, Mogli! Thank goodness all the baby needley teeth have been replaced by the adult ones, and the discovery of squeaky tennis balls! He snores like an absolute champion and loves to cuddle right up beside you when he's sleeping. We love the Buggie, he makes each day just that much happier just by being part of our lives!
I've moved to a beautiful country with so much to see and explore!!
My human messaged me on a Friday afternoon in February to say the swell is good in Newquay, keen to go for the weekend, he wants to surf?...Heck yes!!
So Saturday morning we hopped in the car and did the 5 hour drive to Newquay...completely worth it! The weather was amazing and warm, such a welcome after the chilly winter weather. I felt beach sand between my toes, sunshine on my skin and got to hear the ocean...such a happy place!
And now I have amazing memories to share
There are many forms of art. There is painting and sculpture. Sketching and drawing, as well many other forms. Some consider music and dance a form of art too. Tattoo artist fall into the category of artist as well. Able to take needle and ink and use the human body as a canvas, I admire the work they do, because just like any artist, a tattooist must have skill, knowledge and passion for the work they do and create.
When I was growing up, I grew up in a traditional, "old school" household, where my dad was against any piercings (besides my ears) and definitely no tattoos. But I also got away with a lot, and so at 18 I got a small tattoo of a dragonfly on my back. Some people have meaning behind why they have a tattoo, or use something symbolic, but each to their own. My tattoos are discreet and have followed the theme of animals, my greatest passion.
I had my flock of birds tattoo done in 2012, and they have the most significant to me.
My family have always been close. We've been through the good, bad, ugly and awful together. But anything that's ever happened has always pulled us closer and made us stronger. We may argue at times, but defend each other fiercely when others say a bad word about us. We tell each other we love one another without judgement. We keep in contact even when worlds apart. We laugh and cry together. And the beauty of it, is our family grows not just adding others to the flock, but on the inside too. Not one day goes by without the support and love I feel from my family, and I wouldn't trade any of them for all the treasures in the world...they are the most precious treasure.
My bird tattoo was inspired by my family. I have one bird for each of my immediate family members, so seven in total. I have it on my left shoulder, just as the saying goes to "wear your heart on your sleeve", so my family are my heart. And we are a flock, not scattered, but a unit. A family unit. No matter where one family member is, the others know where they are, or shall follow.
And so, I have used my tattoo as my logo, transferring one art form to another. Applying the strength, love and support into what I truly love to do...photography.
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